So embarrassing!

[Yuno Gasai]

When I'd just finished training at my current job, I smuggled my phone into my workplace (we're not allowed anything with a camera on it due to data protection laws). I did this by cunningly stashing my phone in my bra.

I was still commuting to and from work using the train, and presumably my phone had been on loud so I'd notice if anyone called me on my way to work. I promptly forgot to put it on vibrate (assuming it was on vibrate anyway, seeing as I rarely ever have my phone on loud), and stashed it in my top.

My workplace is silent, one of my superiors walks past.. and suddenly the Pokemon level up sound trills from my cleavage. My superior gives me a funny look (that also says "put that thing away or I'll kill you") and keeps on walking.

I'm mortified, rush to dig my phone out and quickly silence it, then shamefully walk to my locker and put my phone away. I learned my lesson.

 

[mitchell271]

Here's what you need to know. I'm a death metal fan who can do death growls. I'm trying to get better so I practice so I can get a band going. I also have to walk my two dogs during the day because I'm on reading week. There's a big park near my mom's house and sometimes I growl a bit when it seems like nobody's around. I turned the corner while doing this and bumped into a really hot girl.

Apparently I looked bright red until the end of the day.

Oh, don't get me started! Actually, I'm not even sure I want to start, so I'll take the OP's approach!

I went to some places, made some threads, had some crushes, said some things... never ends well!

Oh, no, CRINGE ATTACK!


Anyone experiencing these may want to watch this video. I relate to this one a lot.

I thought I was the only one that happened to! Except mine are different than his, mine result in me turning over and shoving my palms into my eyes. I've learned to keep it toned down to an eye twitch in public though.

 

[Jadak]

I'm mortified, rush to dig my phone out and quickly silence it, then shamefully walk to my locker and put my phone away. I learned my lesson.

I assume that lesson is 'Always remember to set to silent'?

 

[Johnny Novgorod]

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. That's pretty embarrassing.

General concensus is that the cowardice is actually killing yourself, taking the easy way out of life's problems as opposed to facing them and getting them solved.

Can we not pretend everyone feels the same way? Some people are afraid of death, some people are afraid of life, neither one is 'cowardice', and making people who are contemplating/have contemplated suicide feel like they're a coward in two different ways isn't going to discourage them.

That's why I did say "general(ly)". Most people champion life over death. I try to anyway. I think it's healthy.

 

[Yuno Gasai]

I assume that lesson is 'Always remember to set to silent'?

Pretty much. And/or be prepared to answer questions like, "... Did your chest just level up?"

I was quite lucky I wasn't properly reprimanded. I guess it was because it was the first time I'd done anything wrong.

 

[Hero of Lime]

Something that just happened to me yesterday. I walked into class a few minutes late, and my professor was taking the attendance. He doesn't know my name by heart, and it had been about two weeks since I had been to his class so he asks for my name. I say my name no problem, but he asks for my last name. Now, I have an occasional speech impediment where I cannot say what I want to say immediately, it's like a studdering problem. So for a good 7-10 agonizing seconds I couldn't say my last name, and I probably looked like I had to think about my answer. So it makes me look weird/stupid/suspicious that I don't know my last name. Finally when I say it, it comes out in a bit of a slurred mess. This problem rarely strikes, but when it does, it strikes hard! -__-

 

[thejackyl]

My parents caught me masturbating twice when I was 14, and earlier this year I was "caught" having sex on my friends couch after a night a drinking. They didn't actually see anything, but our noise kinda kept my friend and his wife awake, so they knew... It also doesn't help that we started and stopped while my friend was still in the room.

And to make matters worse, we broke up about a week later due to "complications", not going into detail about that. Anyways, 9 months later and I still haven't lived it down.

EDIT: No, no pregnancies, the time is a coincidence.

Drunk me is an idiot...

 

[LittleBumble]

Let's see... Probably the worst was something that happened during my freshman year of college. It's a little... Gross, so I'll spoiler it for those who may not like to hear stories about... 'losing your lunch'. If you catch my drift.

Spoiler

It was second semester and I had to get up early to go to Figure Drawing class, got up feeling very hot and sweaty. Red flag one. I figured it was just my usual, 'morning blahs' just bad from having stayed up so late. Got dressed, washed my face and everything as usual. Went to breakfast, then went to class. Well when I get to class I suddenly fill ILL. Really ill. Red flag two. I had considered talking to the teacher, but I had the genius thought 'No, I'll never get better if I don't attend every single class to the end. I can get through this, I'll just draw while sitting today, I'll be fine.

I wasn't.

Abount halfway through a pose I feel it coming, thankfully I'd had some kind of foresight to grab the place closest to the sink that exists in every art studio. I throw up in it a couple times. Of course I'm left a bit of a mess and already feeling embarassed as hell so I try to get to the bathroom, which then I wished wasn't at the opposite end of the building. Halfway there it happens again, in the middle of the hall way. I finally make it to the bathroom and almost reach the nearest toilet bowl.

But hey 'almost' never won anything.

I'm frustrated and embarassed as can be already and wouldn't you know it... The class let's out for break. I was not thinking clearly so I had exited the stall to try and take care of the mess in the hall when my classmates come in for the class break and during that, wouldn't you know it one girl begins to step in to the stall I used and does a perfect 180.

Needless to say I heard lots of 'You gonna be okay?' 'You need to lay down?' and got a lecture from the teacher for coming to class sick.

And somehow I still thought it a good idea to stay for the rest of the 2 hour and 45 minute long class. At least no more 'indicents' happened.

It's probably one of the worst embarrassing moments of my life.

 

[EHKOS]

There was a fan phone number for the rapper Chamillionaire. I decided to call and tell him what a huge fan I was and that I wanted to be signed to his label someday. The stupid part is, I got nervous despite it being a message, and I used the words "I would really, really, really, really, like to join the Chamillitary label."

It's embarrassing fanboying out, but the real kick is that any rapper is supposed to be an intricate lyricist with a strong vocabulary. I didn't really prove I had that using that word, four times in a row, to describe how I felt. Luckily most times, the celebrity doesn't go through every call and listen, but fuck, did I facepalm after. I was at a loss for words and shit just kept coming out

 

[EHKOS]

I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. That's pretty embarrassing.

That's a cry for help if I ever saw one. I struggle with this myself sometimes, and noticing your username, I have the same fucking thing. I assume, and this is my experience, that you feel like crying out in the middle of a crowd, but that's not the brightest or most hopeful thing to do, so you did it virtually. A lot of people visit this site, so you hoped someone would see it and talk to you about it.

Here I am. You can PM me, I'm about to go to sleep, but...well...IDK. I don't know how this works. Just hang in there.

 

[Soundwave]

A girl I knew from engineering and a friend of hers sat at the same table as me while I was waiting for my class to start. Casually chatted with them for a good half hour, only to find out that the "friend of hers" was someone that not only did I used to work with, but also had been serving me coffee almost every day for the last eight years. Did not recognize her until she said something to me.

And no, she was not unattractive, why would you ask me that?

 

[manic_depressive13]

Can we not pretend everyone feels the same way? Some people are afraid of death, some people are afraid of life, neither one is 'cowardice', and making people who are contemplating/have contemplated suicide feel like they're a coward in two different ways isn't going to discourage them.

Sorry. I want to clarify that I was only speaking for myself. Under no circumstances did I mean to suggest that anyone contemplating suicide is a coward if they don't go through with it.

The other way of looking at it is that you are brave enough to put up with having to be alive.

General concensus is that the cowardice is actually killing yourself, taking the easy way out of life's problems as opposed to facing them and getting them solved.

Cowards are the ones who commit suicide, not the other way around. Too afraid to live or find a reason to live.

Does anyone really believe that?

That's a cry for help if I ever saw one. I struggle with this myself sometimes, and noticing your username, I have the same fucking thing. I assume, and this is my experience, that you feel like crying out in the middle of a crowd, but that's not the brightest or most hopeful thing to do, so you did it virtually. A lot of people visit this site, so you hoped someone would see it and talk to you about it.

Here I am. You can PM me, I'm about to go to sleep, but...well...IDK. I don't know how this works. Just hang in there.

My username is... kind of a joke. I do have major depression, but the "manic" part is intended to be read in the popular culture use of the word, not the psychiatric sense.

Anyway, that's a very kind offer, but my posts are more of a death rattle than a cry for help.

 

[MiracleOfSound]

A girl I knew from engineering and a friend of hers sat at the same table as me while I was waiting for my class to start. Casually chatted with them for a good half hour, only to find out that the "friend of hers" was someone that not only did I used to work with, but also had been serving me coffee almost every day for the last eight years. Did not recognize her until she said something to me.

And no, she was not unattractive, why would you ask me that?

That post coupled with your avatar gave me quite the double take. In fact my reaction would probably fit right in on this thread if it were describable in words.

 

[Soundwave]

A girl I knew from engineering and a friend of hers sat at the same table as me while I was waiting for my class to start. Casually chatted with them for a good half hour, only to find out that the "friend of hers" was someone that not only did I used to work with, but also had been serving me coffee almost every day for the last eight years. Did not recognize her until she said something to me.

And no, she was not unattractive, why would you ask me that?

That post coupled with your avatar gave me quite the double take. In fact my reaction would probably fit right in on this thread if it were describable in words.

This feels so weird. Like some sort of embarrassment-inception. Indignities within indignities!

Edit: To clarify, I feel like a creepy stalker fan. But not because I chose to be one, rather, became one gradually over time and now it's staring me in the mirror!

 

[cathou]

Let's see... Probably the worst was something that happened during my freshman year of college. It's a little... Gross, so I'll spoiler it for those who may not like to hear stories about... 'losing your lunch'. If you catch my drift.

Spoiler

It was second semester and I had to get up early to go to Figure Drawing class, got up feeling very hot and sweaty. Red flag one. I figured it was just my usual, 'morning blahs' just bad from having stayed up so late. Got dressed, washed my face and everything as usual. Went to breakfast, then went to class. Well when I get to class I suddenly fill ILL. Really ill. Red flag two. I had considered talking to the teacher, but I had the genius thought 'No, I'll never get better if I don't attend every single class to the end. I can get through this, I'll just draw while sitting today, I'll be fine.

I wasn't.

Abount halfway through a pose I feel it coming, thankfully I'd had some kind of foresight to grab the place closest to the sink that exists in every art studio. I throw up in it a couple times. Of course I'm left a bit of a mess and already feeling embarassed as hell so I try to get to the bathroom, which then I wished wasn't at the opposite end of the building. Halfway there it happens again, in the middle of the hall way. I finally make it to the bathroom and almost reach the nearest toilet bowl.

But hey 'almost' never won anything.

I'm frustrated and embarassed as can be already and wouldn't you know it... The class let's out for break. I was not thinking clearly so I had exited the stall to try and take care of the mess in the hall when my classmates come in for the class break and during that, wouldn't you know it one girl begins to step in to the stall I used and does a perfect 180.

Needless to say I heard lots of 'You gonna be okay?' 'You need to lay down?' and got a lecture from the teacher for coming to class sick.

And somehow I still thought it a good idea to stay for the rest of the 2 hour and 45 minute long class. At least no more 'indicents' happened.

It's probably one of the worst embarrassing moments of my life.

i had a rather embarrassing moment that really look like this. i was in high school, and i got drunk the night before, but really drunk, and it was the first time i was drunk actually. i was 16 or so, and half the class was there that night. i trew up a few time during the night, so i was thinking i was ok, and that weird feeling in my stomach was only hunger. so i ate 2 peanut butter toast (yeah, really, really good idea i know) and went to school, and i had an exam that day. before the exam one of my friend said to me that i was really looking sick and that i should go home, but i decided to do the exam anyway. after 3/4 of the test, i looked at my friend panicked and i said : i dont feel well !

and i threw up again, but really badly, directly on my exam that was on my desk, and a bit around me because of the force of the flow...

i never ran that fast from a class before or after that time, especially since half of the class was totally aware that i was really drunk the night before.

and i failed the test, the teacher for some reason didnt want to corrected it

 

[NotHankHill]

I started playing Maplestory back in 2003-2004ish when it just opened beta in the US. I was both hopelessly addicted and horribly ashamed to be seen playing it. It was my guilty pleasure but god help me if my friends saw it, I'd never live it down.

'05 went to basic training. Didn't care much about all the screaming, marching, shoveling snow in shitty blizzards or whatever. No, the worst part was not having a computer to play dat maple. So Sunday morning was our free time to write letters home, or lounge around for a bit. I was absent-mindedly scribbling some game doodles when my bunkmate saw what I was drawing.

"Yo, is that fuckin maplestory? My little sister plays that." I kind of froze and the whole barracks got quiet for a moment. I think if I played it off right away it wouldn't have been so awkward. That was a looooong day for me.

 

[MrPhyntch]

Back when I was a freshman I tried an experiment that I hadn't the maturity or intelligence to pull off.

Let's just say for simplicity's sake that for a year and a half I played the role of my own Girlfriend on the internet. Yeah, more explanation would get confusing and overly defensive, so let's leave it at that.

It wouldn't be so bad any more, but I met the best friend of my life during that time, and occasionally when we're ribbing each other he'll bring up the whole "at least I didn't pretend to be my own girlfriend on the internet" thing. Fun times.

 

[Legion]

Does anyone really believe that?

Well I don't agree with the other two people saying cowards are the ones who kill themselves, because it all depends on perspective and I don't think I have any right to judge somebody on their willingness to live or not.

Bravery is generally speaking dealing with something that you would rather not deal with. A suicidal person doesn't want to deal with life, so putting up with it would be to endure pain that they don't want to, and I consider that to be a strong thing to do.

 

[EeveeElectro]

T0ady, was the texts you were sending to me included in this? cos I was just laughing at that but you know what my drunk babbling is like...

I don't actually get embarrassed easily.

Even when I do stuff like trip up and everyone is looking, I just get up, say "it takes skill to trip over flat surfaces!" and take a bow.
When people try embarrassing me in front of others by insulting me, I'm far too good at comebacks and making everyone laugh at them instead.

Honestly, the only thing I can think of (is a but rude so be warned) was a few months ago when my boyfriend was at mine. We had just finished sexy times, and he went to the bathroom. My neighbour was at mine, downstairs with my mum. She needed the toilet but had to wait for my boyfriend to finish so she decided to barge in my room and talk to me while she waited. Kinda rude of her, she did knock but didn't even wait for me to tell her to come in ._.

I just had chance to throw the duvet over myself and cover my modesty but our equipment was strewn all over the bed still and I know she had seen it.
I was red faced as hell, I couldn't look at her as she was telling me about her day.
I suppose her being a lesbian explained her normal reaction to seeing some of my toys xD
She hasn't mentioned it since and doesn't seem too bothered by it. I'm actually glad it was her walking in on me and not someone else or I would have wanted the ground to eat me up...

 

[Dirge Eterna]

When I was 7 I was at a restaurant with my family that had an ice cream bar along side the regular buffet. You could make your own ice cream sundae basically. Well I made a big ass bowl of ice cream with multiple flavors, caramel sauce, nuts and the whole deal. I then plopped a big scoop of sour cream on top thinking it was whipped cream. My family not only watched me do this as they were around me in line but allowed me to take a big heaping bite of it. I still hate sour cream with a passion to this day. 31 years later.